Coughing out a surprised laugh, one that's wide-open and completely unguarded, I hitch my other thigh up around his hips, letting him carry me through the water, no fuckin' help at all. Giving him a look that's all smirk around my mouth, but maybe a softer sorta smile around my eyes, I lean down and nudge my lips against his, one hand braced on his shoulder and the other drifting up into his hair. My tongue darts out and the taste is somehow deeply familiar and strangely novel at the same time. Not sure I'll ever get tired of it.